There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and the wind blows in spring and summer. The gentle breeze blows on my clothes, and the solemnity enters my ears.
I don't know who the bones are, so I don't cover them vertically and horizontally. How long does it take to live, worry all the year round.
——Excerpted from Cai Yan's "Poems of Sorrow and Indignation"
Note: The general background is "Wen Ji returned to the Han Dynasty", but I made it up as a fiction, so I don't want to do any research.
Conception: